Authors' Notes: Er, sorry for the long update. I just haven't been inspired lately… but this idea's been stuck in my head for quite some time. CRACK, I'm warning you, LMAO.

Disclaimer: I OWN THEM. NOT. HAHAHAH. (Sorry, Aya is high on sugar.)

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Series: Advanced 3rd
Pairing: Implied JetxVirginia
Span: 682 words.
Summary: CRACK! And when Virginia goes woosh, Jet gets annoyed.

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Woosh
By psychedelic aya

Jet wondered what the hell did he do in his past life to deserve this.

"Woosh."

Maybe he was a murderer?

"Woosh."

Or a theif? (Oh no. Did this mean his next life could be worse than this?)

"Woosh."

Should he repent now?

"Woosh."

Or maybe this was already the heaven's punishment…

"Woosh."

"Dammit, Virginia, stop it!"

Jet's outburst wasn't really an outburst--it was more of a frustrated sigh against his hands, where he so helplessly buried his face in for the hope that it would drown out his comrade's nonsense actions.

But he should've known better. Nothing--and he meant nothing (not even that super duper chocolate cream fudge sundae she so wanted to taste at Claiborne) could ever make Virginia stop doing this… idiocracy of hers.

Once an idiot, always an idiot!

"Woosh!" She seemed to say the infernal word louder, in a higher pitched voice, for the sheer pleasure of annoying him. Oh hell, someday she would pay, the revengeful side of Jet said, someday…

Seeing that Jet had buried his face deeper into his hands, Virginia thought that maybe she could cut her friend some slack. (Her inner evil self said he was suffering enough.) "Ah, you don't have to be so grouchy, Jet!" She approached him, standing up from the crate she was sitting on and going to his position on the desert ground. With a bright smile, "I was just saying woosh because it was too quiet! You know me, I'm the type that can never--"

"--Shut up." He muttered some profanities after continuing her phrase. "Yes, I know that already, dammit." He finally looked up from his hands, amethyst eyes glaring, only to find his female teammate already looming over him, bending over from her standing position with her face mere inches away from his. (How did she get there so fast?) Jet flushed (much to his annoyance) and instinctively backed away. "Virginia, what the hell are you--"

He got cut off when she smiled. That smile of hers (Jet had so dubbed it as "Virginia's psycho smile") only meant that something was up and she was scheming something unlikely.

This. Is. Not. Good.

Well, his rational side chided, at least her woosh-ing stopped…

"Heh." Virginia giggled and stayed in her position, not daring or wanting to move an inch. Torturing Jet was easy. (And loads of fun.) "Jet…"

The said boy gulped. All the blood was rushing to his head--did she really have to be this close? Their noses were touching and he could just feel the clandestine intent she was hiding. (As well as her breath fanning so close--was that mint he smelled? Wait, that was his mint!) Trying to compose himself, although nervous (and maybe a little pissed--so she was the one stealing his mint, eh?), Jet prided himself on how he was able to snap a still cold and annoyed, "W-what?"

(Damn, he stuttered! But better than freezing out, eh?)

He saw the pair of emerald eyes in front of him wink.

"Woosh!"

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And there was silence. Sheer, sheer, silence.

Gallows and Clive had come back from their scouting a few hours ago, eyebrows arched and curiosity sparked at the sight of their two remaining teammates having a shouting match. (Which wasn't so strange, really--but they wondered why Jet was blushing and why Virginia was laughing.)

When nothing was explained and no wooshes were even mentioned (not like they knew about that anyway) the two older men just decided to let things pass. They'd know… sooner or later, anyway.

And so now…

There was silence.

Sheer, sheer, silence.

The three men idly wondered if their leader was sick. Didn't she just clearly state she abhorred the thought of remaining quiet? Then why--

"Woosh."

Ah, finally, she has spoken!

--Er, or not.

Three pairs of eyes looked to the youngest male member, his pale (yet maybe slightly red) face now hidden behind wind-blown silver locks.

Gallows' jaw hung.

Clive dropped his book.

Jet gritted his teeth. "What? You guys were too damn quiet!"

Virginia fell of her seat and laughed pretty hard.

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Authoress' Ramblings: Slightly crack, I know. I've been watching too much Naruto. And reading too much crack. So, this came up. WOOSH! ILAVTHATWORD. Heh. Ah, I feel so guilty though, I've been neglecting my other fandoms lately because of my SasuSaku obsession in Naruto. Ulp. Please accept my sincere apologies. I'll try my best to update more. Errr.

Thanks to everyone who read my previous fics and still continues to read now. Thanks to those who took time to read this, as well.

Whee. Smile, Jesus loves you.

You can run away screaming your heads out now.